Quotes About Secrets

The secret weapon is cucumber.' Solange sat all the way up. 'Jasmine, cover your ears.' MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing. 'Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.' 'MY mind is just fine, thank you. It's MaryAnn's I'm concerned about.' 'You put them on your eyes,' MaryAnn said, laughing even harder.

There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things?

Gregori made certain she wanted to fight. He whispered to her in his most beguiling voice, promised a fascinating future, lured her with the secrets and beauty of the universe awaiting her. He promised she would never be left alone; he would be there to guide her, to protect her, to see to her happiness.

She didn't want to see the condemnation in his eyes, but she had to warn him. [...] She would lose everything. She would lose him. His family. This place. Her hideout. Most of all, she would lose an important ally.

Raven." The voice was warm, sensual, caressing. Calm in the eye of the storm. Black velvet. Beautiful. Soothing. She knew that voice at once. A curious hush fell in the dining room as Mikhail strode in. He had a hard arrogance about him, an air of complete command. He was tall, dark, well muscled, but it was his eyes, burning with energy, with darkness, with a thousand secrets, that drew immediate attention. Those eyes could mesmerize, hypnotize, just like the power in his voice.

That direct stare spoke volumes of knowledge about secrets she suddenly needed to know. He hadn't said a word, but all she could think was sex. Sin.

I don't like secrets and I abhor lies, yet I find myself saying things that aren't true because it seems in Mikhail's best interest." "He didn't ask it of you, did he? That was your choice," he argued gently. "How much has he told you of himself?" "Not much." Wary now, she felt she was treading on treacherous ground. At all costs, she had to protect Mikhail--even if it meant lying to a priest.

Go, but hurry back. I'll find out all your secrets while you're gone." Mikhail was hungry, needed to feed. He bent to brush her forehead with his mouth, his heart aching. "Just for one day, little one, I would like to have a normal, happy conversation with you. Court you as I should." She tilted her head to look at him, her blue eyes dark with emotion. "You court me just fine.

I would prefer that you slept for a while." He shifted, eased his weight off her, surprised to find that he was still partially dressed. "That's only because you have so much anger toward Romanov you don't want me to know what you're doing.

You think to protect Jacques by leaving him here with me as my bodyguard." "You see too much." "More than you know.

She couldn't look at Jacques, who had somehow made his large body thin and weird looking. Carpathians were capable of doing things she didn't want to think about.

And stay out of my mind unless you're invited." She was staring, but she couldn't help it. He was so beautifully masculine. Jacques reached behind him and captured her hand, lacing their fingers together. "But I find the most interesting things in your mind, my love. Things you do not have any intention of telling me.

She would be a part of their world and that meant secrecy at all times. She couldn't tell a soul anything he told her. Trust worked both ways and he was trusting her with his life and the lives of his family members.

I happen to know what family you come from, although I know I'm not supposed to know, and I'm certain you can manufacture proof of anything you want." "That's true. I can. But I didn't. -Airiana & Maxim

Agatha Christie's tales were aggressively anti-intellectual and crueller for it; hers was a world where confirmed bachelors committed suicide out of shame.

It's what we find with most conspiracies—they only exist because somebody wants them to.

And the next evening, when she returns from her life in the daylight, he confesses: I did a lot of thinking today. I can't really be around you...because when I am...all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss you— Unable to conquer his passions, he does kiss her, fiercely, until, bloodlust upon him, he pulls back and reveals his true face: He is her enemy. He is a vampire.

I have been called arrogant myself in my time, and hope to earn the title again, but to claim that I am privy to the secrets of the universe and its creator - that's beyond my conceit.

Um verdadeiro homem de fé deve acreditar que está aqui para um propósito e que é um objeto de real interesse para um Ser Supremo; deve também fingir ter pelo menos uma noção do que aquele Ser Supremo deseja. Eu próprio fui chamado de arrogante na juventude, e espero ganhar o título novamente; mas pretender conhecer os segredos do universo e seu criador - isso está além de minha presunção.

BARABAS: For religion Hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

Tommy, I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone before. If you repeat it, I'll deny I said it. Five years ago I saw a white owl with a seventy-foot wingspan swoop out of the sky and pluck a demon off a hillside and take off into the sky. I heard that cops get the best drugs, Tommy said.

It's easier to keep a secret if people think you're crazy

In Breeze's business one got used to running across the skeletons in people's closets. If Billy's skeleton wore women's underwear, it didn't really matter. Homosexuality on Billy Winston was like acne on a leper.

Oh yes, I kept all of the abominations at bay while Kaliel played with his favorite sheep behind the bushes.